Tag: Robert Wright

My son is not gay. Neither is his brother. When I opened the door, he cried. “I already knew, Dad.” “I love you, Dad.” My son is not gay. Neither is his brother. Before I turned the knob, he cried. “Don’t say it out […]

“Mom, are we rich?” he asked as he climbed into the minivan after a day of coloring and counting and climbing on the monkey bars reserved for the childhood gardeners, just as he did the very first day when he grumpily announced “They didn’t even […]

I crawl slowly out of a closet forty-five years wide (i am not one for grand entrances) and shade my eyes from the light. I fall hard for Him. I wander with no guide down a hallway two years long turning every doorknob […]